"Why is that?" Gao Yue stood under the tree, puzzled.

Wu Cailuan turned his back to him, sighed again, and said, "Gao Langjun, do you know that if the pipa master wants to change teachers to learn the arts, he must give up playing the pipa for ten years, and wait until he forgets everything he has learned before, so that he can learn a new technique." Calligraphy is the same, Gao Langjun, your previous calligraphy has accumulated deep shortcomings, you must stop writing for three years, and then come to learn eight-point regular script with me. ”

Gao Yue thought for a moment, then nodded again and again, expressing his agreement with Wu Cailuan's statement, and then he took two steps closer and whispered to Cailuan in the shade of the tree, "Dare to ask the refiner, if this is to make money, can it be accelerated?" ”

"Hey, Gao Langjun is smart!" As soon as Wu Cailuan heard this, he laughed, turned around and patted Gao Yue on the shoulder briskly, "When the money arrives, it's sincere!" Three years blank period, ten times a year, Gao Langjun only needs to give me thirty times of money, immediately accelerate, tomorrow you can come to learn regular script. ”

The next day, Gao Yue left Wubenfang early in the morning, and he handed over the "Cut Rhyme" to Wei Cigong and Liu Demu, and asked all the members of Taofen Shed to immediately copy a copy of each for academic reference. He carried the Yin seat, the food box and thirty pieces of money, ran all the way, and came to the scripture writing workshop of Shengye Temple.

In the courtyard of the scripture writing workshop, Wu Cailuan crossed his waist, already waiting for him, and when Gao Yue arrived, his eyes immediately lit up, and he asked what about the money, Gao Yue gave all the thirty times, Cailuan took it unceremoniously, sat cross-legged on the pu mat next to him, and began to count the money carefully.

"May I ask the practice of the eight-point regular script?" Gao Yue couldn't help but asked.

Wu Cailuan looked at him, then laughed heartily and patted his head, "Look at the little woman's money, ah no, memory!" Then she set up a volume of Buddhist scriptures on the wooden frame where she copied the scriptures, and gave Gao Yue pen and ink, then clapped her hands, "This volume is about 800 words, and it will be copied in the middle of the day." ”

"Don't the refiners have guidance for the later students?" Gao Yue was a little dissatisfied in his heart.

Wu Cailuan sat back on the pu mat impatiently and patted his thigh, "I said Gao Langjun, you are a literate and hyphenated student, you should know the story of my Tang master Wu Daozi, right?" ”

"I don't know."

"The little woman will tell you, don't look at Wu Daozi's fame, what Cao Yi came out of the water Wu took to the wind, when he was young, he was first sent by his father to He Jian to learn calligraphy Danqing."

"Which one is Hejian?"

"You don't even know this? He Zhizhang (He Zhizhang served as a secretary and supervisor) Ah! ”

"Oh."

"Do you know what Wu Daozi went to He Jian and asked him to paint on the first day?"

Gao Yue thought for a moment, and suddenly felt that the sense of immediacy was overwhelming, and then blurted out, "Isn't it, chicken eggs?" ”

Wu Cailuan, who was still looking mysterious just now, immediately vented half of his anger, and his expression was probably "It turns out that you also know".

"Therefore, He Jian asked Wu Daozi to draw eggs every day, and one day Xiao Wu Daozi couldn't stand it, so he asked the chief He Jian and said, why do I have to draw eggs every day, what is the use of eggs? Guess what Eunuch He answered? ”

"Yes, He Jian replied, the chicken egg is like this horizontally, it is the same vertically, and it is the same when lying down, and then there is a subtle difference between each chicken egg, and we as painters must grasp the subtle difference between the egg and the egg, so that we can understand the world in all its forms, and this is called an egg."

"Yes, yes, yes, there's an egg." Wu Cailuan shook his fingers excitedly, meaning that Gao Yue's words were true.

Gao Yue's smile gradually calmed down, "Do you know the refiner, where did those chicken eggs go in the end?" ”

"Where?"

"Chicken eggs, of course, the chickens hatched, and then they were made into chicken soup by He Jian and Wu Daozi and drunk, but then they were put for a long time, and they tasted a little rancid."

This Datang's rancid chicken soup is simply cross-era and cross-country, and it is hot and hot.

"yes, why didn't they drink it sooner?" Wu Cailuan didn't realize it, and then she didn't have the intention to chat with Gao Yue, and after counting the money, she said to him, "Gao Langjun, the little woman is going to Shengye Temple to repay the loan now, you are copying here, remember to limit the middle of the day, and when the little woman comes back, I will tell you about Yan Lugong (Yan Zhenqing) when he was a teenager to worship Zhang Xu as a teacher, and practice the word 'Yong' for three years." ”

"The story of this egg alone has already made Wansheng excited, thank you alchemist!" Gao Yue waved goodbye to the departing Wu Cailuan splendidly.

At this time, Wu Cailuan came over, looked at the few words that Gao Yue had just written, and stretched out his hand, Gao Yue only felt a delicate warmth, a feeling of sister (although she may be smaller than Gao Yue) - his hand was held by Wu Cailuan, "Lang Jun remember, writing eight-point regular script requires roundness and fatness, so don't use the center, remember to lie down on the side of the pen tip, subject to rotating the wrist." ”

After confessing, Wu Cailuan left.

The scripture writing workshop has become lively, and the group of scripture students have arrived one after another, and after greeting Gao Yue, they have worked hard.

"Is Cailuan Refiner very tight?" In the interval between transcriptions, Gao Yue asked the female Jingsheng named Ran Sanniang next to him.

Ran Sanniang thought about it and said that she only knew that Cailuan had borrowed a sum of money from Shengye Temple before she agreed to copy Buddhist scriptures for her to repay her debts, and as for why she borrowed money, the reason was not clear. But it is not easy for her to live alone in Chang'an.

Gao Yue nodded, calmed down, and silently wrote down word by word as Cailuan prompted.

He suddenly felt that he was now similar to what Yang Xi, a student of Bohai Tai, had done—but he had a goal, yes, a goal, and copying was just a necessary skill for me to achieve my goal.

The shadow of the sun gradually moved upward, until the center of the courtyard, Gao Yue also worked hard to copy and transcribe the words on the Buddhist scriptures according to the requirements, a total of 800 words, writing so that his wrists were sore and numb, and the corners of his forehead were full of cold sweat, at this time he admired Wu Cailuan even more in his heart: Although this greedy for money and love to pour chicken soup, he can copy a cut rhyme in an instant with a fly's head and is not bad at all, this ability is absolutely beyond the reach of people.

Soon after copying, a male scripture student outside the door came over, saw Gao Yue's Buddhist scripture copied, and happily shouted to the main hall of the scripture writing workshop, "The scripture you want has been copied." ”

Soon an elderly woman, full of silver hair, and dragged Doumai Gu trembling in, Gao Yue hurriedly stepped forward to help, that Huang Lady thanked her repeatedly, and when she saw the copied scriptures, she was even more happy to clasp her hands and say that the Bodhisattva blesses the Bodhisattva.

Then Mrs. Huang left six liters of wheat grain to Gao Yue, saying that this was the cost of copying the scriptures.

gave Gao Yue two chicken eggs again, saying that you are still so young, make up for your body.

As soon as Gao Yue took the chicken eggs, Wu Cailuan came back from Shengye Temple and hurriedly stopped, "Aunt Huang, this Lang Jun is a scholar, how can he be paid for his skills?" ”